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Even if it rises this time everyday
It's still kinda early to watch the engine spit and cough
And heaven knows this plane might not even take off
I would have written sooner, my pen is on the paper
But I just couldn't decide how to end it
So I think I'll do it later
I know I might have hurt you
But I know that you're still young
And I hope that you'll forgive me
Even if you have to tug the air into your lungs hard
So I talk to myself like every normal man
In the state of confusion
Feel the wrath of my own reprimands
And I cry to myself like every normal baby
It helps me get to sleep and get a
HATA BİLDİR
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